Poems to My Lovers/Here Are Four I Fuck A Lot

"The Word Love/Tender Button's Revelation"

I don't <3>

"The Word It"

Not what you said but how you said
Paul said: why don't we do
Did you do
What is
Who is
How is
that the only word left unqualified,
extendable, adaptable, and versatile
possesses nothing
that says anything
about It.

"The Word Like"

So I was similar to, sad, because he was all in the vein of, "we need time apart." Reminiscent of, can you believe it? It's akin to getting slapped in, something comparable to, the face. Plus, nearly identically, he isn't even, you know, parallel with cute.

"The Word Fuck"

Fuck you.
Fuck you sincerely. I don't need any
enigmatic
esoteric
cryptic
pedantic prose to make you understand
how fucking
perfect
the word fuck
says everything.